Word: pales
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...right rear door and called for help. Two more agents, following in the battlewagon, helped the President walk toward the entrance. Reagan had gone about 45 ft., said Parr, when he sagged. "He was perhaps going into shock, but I never sensed it was life threatening. He was just pale, shook up." Only after the agents had lifted Reagan onto the table in the trauma unit and scissored off his coat and shirt did anyone realize that the President had been shot...
When she arrived outside the emergency room she was at first informed, by Mike Deaver, that Reagan had been wounded, but only slightly. Her worry escalated slowly. Moments later, doctors told them that it was more serious than Deaver had thought, and she saw her pale, prostrate husband...
...typical day at Etzion, at 10-sec. intervals, a flight of pale blue Israeli-made Kfir jet fighters hurtled off the runway in follow-the-leader sequence toward the south. Looking up at the streaking planes, a senior officer mused, "We will take with us whatever is economical to take. The rest we will destroy...
Callas, the artist, is a respected but pale figure in this book. Nor is there convincing evidence to explain the major psychological puzzles of her life: the cruel loathing of her silly mother, her odd artistic decisions. But if Stassinopoulos, 30, is deficient as a biographer, she is a good reporter. The child of a business consultant in Athens, she went to Cambridge University in England. In writing Callas, her great break was the cooperation of the singer's godfather Leonidas Lantzounis. After he read a draft, he gave her the candid, affectionate letters that Callas had written...
Interstate 5, south of Modesto, is one of the most desolate and dreary stretches of road in the world. Skirting Bakersfield. Fresno, Chico, and Merced, it slices north through the unending flatland of California's Great Central Valley. It is a road of dust and heat and pale skies and dull landscapes and garish billboards peeling under the baking sun. Most of the year it is empty...